Thursday, December 29, 2011

Revlon Hotties

While searching Google Hot Trends to see what was trending I noticed Emma Stone was on the top 20 list. Naturally, I clicked on her name since she’s on My Top 10 List. Yeah, you know, the list you make when you have a girlfriend that says, “If given the chance to sleep with any of these people, I am allowed to and you cannot be mad about it.” The list that no longer makes any sense to have when you are single, but you decide to keep it anyway, because having a list with women’s names on it makes you feel like a man. Yeah, that list.

So, apparently she is trending because her new ad as one of Revlon’s “Global Ambassadors” is out. The other Ambassador...Olivia Wilde! You serious? Another lucky lady from My Top 10?! And yes it makes her lucky. Don’t be a smart ass and question it! Sure the list isn’t published and it was created by me, but it’s still flattering! Regardless, Revlon just made a fan out of me! They took two beautiful women from My Top 10, maybe the list inspired them, and made them Ambassadors! One of my favorite words I never use AND they have a super hot ad each I get to look at! You may have a new supporter and customer in me, Revlon!

OK, so they sell make-up and junk that I do not use. But I know some people who use it. So, I’ll just buy from them and give it to those friends! That’s one way to support them! Or I’ll just continue to stare at their beautiful ads. That’s a better way I think. Cheaper for me. And now the weird situation of me entering the same CVS every day to buy make-up and scaring the female employees won’t be happening!

Saturday, December 24, 2011

The Top 10 Biggest Dick Moves To Pull During The Holidays

It’s currently the holiday season. It’s almost Christmas. Everyone is joyous and cheerful, for the most part. There are a few people making it hard to have a happy holiday season. Don’t be one of those people. Need some help not being one of them? Well, here is...

The Top 10 Biggest Dick Moves To Pull During The Holidays

10 - Hide all your Jewish friends’ matches before the first night of Hanukkah

9 - As an employee of a store, tell me that if there is no more of a product left on a shelf then that means you have no more of it left in the store and there is no point to you checking out back. Really? Go check out back. You’re just being lazy. That’s not true. If I take all of these M&M’s off the shelf and put them in my pocket does that mean there’s none left in the store? No, not until I make a dash out the front door. I’ve worked in a grocery store before, at least give me the “Fake Check Out Back”. Go eat some cookies, take a quick break, come back and tell me there was none. I know how it works.

8 - Wrap your Christmas presents in toilet paper.

7 - Honk at me in the parking lot at the mall when I stop to turn into a parking spot. Yeah, if you didn’t insist on driving Up My Asshole then you wouldn’t have had to slam on the breaks when I slowed down. It’s not my fault. Also, if I see a spot, I’m taking it. You’re not getting it if you’re behind me. These spots are too hard to find. Cruise on to the next one, Angry Red-Haired Bitch. Yeah, I saw what you looked like. I could pick you out of a line up.

6 - Make bacon with the Hanukkah morning eggs and latkes. There is no such thing as a Kosher Lumberjack Special. Don’t try to be the first to make one happen.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Diary Of An Oak Tree

Hey there again Diary. It’s me. Oak Tree.

Kind of weird I’m writing in you, considering you are comprised of my parts.

The kids were hanging on my arms again. Even hung a fucking tire off of one of my arms. Swung on the thing for hours. It seemed so damn dull, but they apparently had a blast with it. At the very end, one of them fell off and started crying. That did make me laugh a little. I know it sounds sadistic, but if you had to hold your arms out for hours upon hours while chocolate-stained fingertipped, snot-nosed kids swung around on them like crazed monkeys ripping your skin off you’d love to see one of them get hurt too. People think it’s not a big deal when you rip bark off a tree but it is! That’s my fucking skin! I’m going to need a bark graft now.

And I’m rooted into the ground so I can’t move. Another reason I’m super jealous of my brother Christmas. The luckiest Tree of them all. He’s mobile, he gets carried into nice, warm houses. He gets dressed up all pretty, with lots of vibrant colors. No one attacks him and rips pieces of him off. He is loved! He is cherished! He’s the centerpiece of a fucking holiday! And I’m something you hang a grubby tire off of. A tire that’s no longer suitable to be used for it’s one purpose. So a new purpose has been created for it. Trash swing.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Gym Enemy Number One

No, he's not Public Enemy Number One, but he is my Gym Enemy Number One. And that's saying quite a lot. I have quite a few Gym Enemies. The Grunters. The Ones Who Don't Wipe The Equipment After They Sweat All Over It. The Loud Counters. Hey man, only you need to know what rep you're at. Quit announcing it to everyone in the gym. And fuck you. No way you're at 35. Now, you're A Loud Miscounter. Which is even worse. Show off. These people described, range from pretty bad to horrible. And they're not even Gym Enemy Number One.

That title belongs to a man who shall go nameless. Mainly, because I don't know his name. For the sake of this post, I will refer to him as DB, short for Douche Bag. Because he is a giant one. Now, this guy appears to be normal at first glance. Older man, quite normal looking. Nothing about him jumps out at you. He's a blend with the crowd sort of guy. Until he speaks. My first interaction with DB went like this. My friend and I are at the gym, using the machines by the treadmills for chest and back. DB is running at a stupid-looking pace on a nearby treadmill. Really, he looks so dumb. If runs had intelligence levels, his would be so low, it wouldn't be allowed to marry in most states. His run would be appointed a care taker and would not be allowed outside when it's dark. All that aside. I don't care about his run. I just want you to know, it also looks stupid.

Now, DB gets off the treadmill for a moment and briskly walks over to the area I'm in. I'm stretching in front of one of the machines as he is heading over. I sit down on the seat of the machine and just as my cheeks touch the seat, DB asks me, "Hey, are you using this machine?" I look at him, dumbfounded. "Yes. I'm just about to." I reply. Which should go without saying. I'm fucking sitting in it, moron. You're dumber than your run. He does not respond, except with an angry sigh, and then leans on the machine next to me, and stares directly at me. I set the weight to where I want it and get settled into the seat. DB keeps staring right at me. I use the machine with the most awkward feeling, the feeling of a complete stranger staring directly at me from close range. I finish one set and look over at him to see he's still staring directly at me. "Did you want to alternate?" I ask politely. I get up as he starts towards the machine. "Yeah, it's just I have this very specific routine that I HAVE to follow, so I HAVE to use this machine." Says DB in his rude tone. First of all, no you do not HAVE to use this machine. It isn't yours either, so don't post up and watch me like I'm using your shit. Secondly, does your specific routine require you to be an asshole? Is that what your doctor told you? Anyway, I step back and let him use the machine. I meander over to where my friend is and give him a "You see this shit?" kind of a look. He nods and is holding in a laugh. He's been watching the whole time. DB cranks out the fastest, loudest reps on the lowest weight of this machine. Third! Nice fucking routine ass wad! It sucks! You put machines on the lowest settings and crank them out so fast they're basically ineffective. Sweet. Whoever told you about this routine never goes to the gym.

Friday, December 9, 2011

The Kung Fu Hangover Panda 2

The Kung Fu Hangover Panda 2. That's right. Not The Kung Fu Hangover Panda 1. But 2. This Panda, who knows astounding Kung Fu, is a master of getting you over your hangover. Still! In the sequel he is now helping others with their hangover problems. In the first installment of this FANTASTIC movie, he helped The Pope and Steven Tyler from Aerosmith get over their massive hangovers with his special brand of Kung Fu. Now, the cases he's working consist of President Obama and Snoop Dogg. They not only have to be ready for their own respective duties later in the week (Presidential Announcement and Getting High) but they also have to perform together at a huge concert in Los Angeles! I know, same exact plot as the first one, but now it's different guys! So, the Panda uses hus Kung Fu to kick and punch the hangover out of them. It's like when you know all you need to do is drop one big dump to get over this hangover, but you can't make it happen. Panda's kicks and punches are basically metaphors for those poops and......poops!

So, yeah, how's that movie sound? It's going to make plenty of money, I just want it to be as entertaining as it possibly can be.

But to do real reviews on real movies. First up..."The Hangover Part II". Watched this in theaters at a midnight showing, which is always a great way to view a movie. The whole theater smelled of booze. It was pretty awesome. I had just gotten off work so I was sober. But it doesn't matter because this movie is funny drunk or not. I'll say I do like the first one better. It seems more original and more surprising and just better, but I didn't expect them to be able to make the sequel better. The first one was just too good. With a sequel like this, I think what most people should expect is for them to see how much crazier they can get. To do all the jokes they didn't get to do in the first one. And that's exactly what they did. Same basic plot, which is great. You want the same thing to happen. And they definitely made it crazier. I won't talk too in depth about the things I saw, because I don't want to ruin it for people who haven't seen it yet. But I will say this, I saw things I have never seen before and was pretty sure I never would. Before that movie, I'd say a good 88% of the U.S. population hadn't seen a particular thing that everyone knows exists in the world. And now that number is much lower. And I love it for that too. For giving me something I never wanted but never worried about getting. An eyeful of What The Fuck?! Good stuff. Zach, Bradley and Ed are still phenomenal in it. They play those characters real well. And Ken Jeong, well what can you say. Has that guy ever been in your line of sight and not made you laugh? Parts of him may be small but his funny bone is large. It may be his largest bone in fact. Anyway, that movie was exactly what I wanted. Something that made me laugh uncontrollably and say "Oh no" over and over again. Thank you Todd Phillips! Above I have provided a link in case you would like to buy the movie. What a nice guy I am!

Thursday, December 1, 2011

The Wind Apocalypse

Are you ethical? I apparently that I have taken an ethics training course. And apparently I wouldn't have been without it! As someone who has recently gone full time, I have been bombarded with training courses for EVERYTHING! The most recent, ethics. They want to make sure that I act an ethical manner at my job. My job where I watch TV and movies all day long and am in no way connected to any dealings our company makes with any vendors. Nor do I help set prices for any products. Or do anything important. But still, if I'm an employee here, I should be ethical. I understand that. But here's my individual ethics training course. Be honest. OK. Don't be dishonest. OK. You're good buddy!

But instead, my ethics training course was over an hour long! What?! What a waste of time! I could have been getting so much work done. In fact, if we didn't have to worry about ethics and sexual harassment and 401k's, everyone in this company would be a lot more productive. But no, it's America. We should talk about everything at great length. And we should watch training videos from 1992 and never update them. Should John and Ted really be jacking the prices of their products as competitors? Is it unfair for them to agree to increasing prices of similar products so they can both make a profit? Yeah, no shit. Does it take you 8 minutes to lay that scenario down? I don't need to know each of their ethnic backgrounds and what pivotal moments of their lives told them that they should in fact be lightbulb manufacturers. Get to that point! And get this expositional dialogue and these plot points out of my fucking face! Are you serious? You going for best original screenplay on this ethics training video? This shit is ridiculous. Wasting my time. It can't possibly take over an hour to make sure an employee is ethical. AND I've been working here for 2 years and just went officially full time and they never bothered to make sure I was ethical before. I'm pretty sure I've figured out the appropriate way to act.

And here's the best part. I was doing this training course November 30th, at night, during a crazy wind storm. And as I got about 80% of the way done, the power to our entire building went out. And in a gigantic surrounding area, power was out. Gigantic power outage! Ahhh! No one had a flashlight but everyone had a smart phone and one guy had the flashlight app. As stupid as that thing has always sounded to me I was thankful one person got it. And helped guide me down 11 flights of stairs as we vacated the building. But what happened with my ethics training? Put on hold. Mother nature couldn't watch me suffer anymore. She said, "Steve, take a break. You'll blow your brains out if you try to finish this all in one day. Finish up tomorrow." I was thankful. I remember the training course said all progress would be saved. So, I'm set.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Holiday Gluttons

I had a great Thanksgiving as always and I hope everybody else did too. The sign of a great holiday varies depending on the holiday. Christmas - Did you get everything you wanted from other people? Yes. Good holiday. GREED. Valentine's Day - Did you get to spend every minute with the person you love? Yes. Good holiday. LUST. Thanksgiving - Did you eat so much that you gained more weight than a pregnant woman? Yes. Good holiday. GLUTTONY.

I'm not saying the holidays are our deadly sins, I'm just...well OK I sort of am. And I'm no cynic when it comes to the holidays. I absolutely love holidays. I'm quite the cheery guy. I'm all for making the Jewish Scrooge change his religion to another so he can appreciate the more popular holiday and then we can accept him. He was Jewish, right? And that was why he didn't celebrate Christmas? But everyone was too ignorant and saw his eight candles as a sign of aggression? Wasn't that it? OK, bad example. Better example. I love Christmas shopping and I love how the day after Thanksgiving you instantly hear Christmas music everywhere! And now it's time to start watching "Home Alone" every night before bed to get the good feeling in my heart. But man, do we become disgusting pigs during the holidays sometimes. And so gluttonous during Thanksgiving.

I've had 3 Thanksgivings where I had a weight gaining contest with my brothers. We already know we gain a lot of weight in the ONE MEAL, why not try to be the fattest and gain the most and make it a competition. Because we're American. We compete over everything and we eat a shit ton. After this past Thanksgiving I was hoping I didn't gain too much weight in fear some of it might not come off directly. I've been trying to lose weight. I don't want to undo all my hard work as of recently. But if anybody would be accepting of me gaining lots of weight while trying to diet at any point, it would be during Thanksgiving time. "Steve, you put on 5 pounds in the past 3 days? I thought you were trying to lose weight! Unnacceptable!" "Yeah, but it was just Thanksgiving. There were 3 different types of mashed potatoes, everybody in attendance made a pie out of a different fruit, and I had never tasted 5 of the fruits. I had to try them all. I didn't stand a chance." "Oh, well that's not your fault. I mean, what are you supposed to do? Control yourself?"

Monday, November 21, 2011

I'm Trapped In The Mid 90's!

This was the saddest thing ever just now. Opening up Notepad on my work computer to do a blog post. I feel like I'm writing a blog post before blogs existed. Please excuse any mid 90's joke I may accidentally make in this post. It's unavoidable with this teleportation I just committed to 1995. Even the font is sad. I had two choices. Times Old Roman and the default, which I'm pretty sure is entitled, Cave Etchings. You might currently be wondering why am I writing this blog post on my computer at work, if you can make out the crude drawings on this rock wall clearly scratched with a stick. Well, the other day I dropped my laptop and now I'm having trouble starting it back up. Before you think of asking me "By accident?" think about how stupid of a question that is. And then realize it's OK because about 3 people have already asked me that. And then know this...Yes, by accident! I'm not going to drop my laptop on purpose and then complain about it. I'm never going to drop it on purpose ever!

So, I'm doing this post at work. Waited until after hours. Left work, watched the Patriots game at my brother's nearby. Mike Avitabile (SHOUT OUT!). Came back to work, settled in at my desk computer after scaring the Sheesh! out of an employee, Julian Doan (SHOUT OUT!). And now here we go. Hopefully, I don't have to do too many of these work-posts. I'm thinking I might attend my first ever Black Friday Shopping Attack/People Trampler and get a cheap replacement. Until then, this is how I do it. It's Monday night. And I feel alright. The party's here on the west side... With that new jam from TLC on the radio, "Creep", I'm getting my write on. Just keep it on the down low. Said nobody is supposed to know.

But really what I wanted to talk about was more annoyances that slap me in the brain at the gym. Like Mouth-Breathers. The intense ones. The ones that get even worse when exercising. Have you ever been stuck next to one of them on a bike or treadmill or anything? I was biking next to one guy who was a Violent-Mouth-Breather. A couple of them sounded like Sex Moans. And they followed no rhythm which was what was throwing me off the most. Usually it's...Whoo!...Whoo!...Whoo!...Whoo!...and so on. Here was this guy...Whoo!..............Whoo!...whoo.........whoo.....WHOO!............Whoo....whoo.........WHOO!!!! Whoa buddy! Get off the bike, that's no place for your baby to be born. Seriously, I thought he might have been in labor. And he just eaten a disgusting smelling candy. And that stank was blowing all up in my area.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

"Jurassic Thor Park"

“Jurassic Thor Park” you say? Sounds like an interesting park. If it were “Jurathic Thor Park” I’d assume it had a bunch of dinosaurs sore from working out. Everything hella swoll. Every muscle. Even the most important muscle. The tongue. Hella thwoll tongue bro! What kind of weights does a dinosaur lift though? Maybe the bigger dinosaurs lift the smaller dinosaurs. However, the T-Rex probably didn’t lift anything. Those puny arms...pshhh! That guy looked like he was only into squats. He didn’t really do an overall workout. He focused only on the waist and below. If this were the case. But it isn’t. This is all ridiculous.

The much more believable movie proposal at hand is “Jurassic Thor Park”. No lisp included. This movie has an island full of dinosaurs running wild and one super buff blonde guy trying to stop them all. A very smart move. One of the few things “Jurassic Park” was missing, a blonde man. One with a sweet ass hammer. One who could make it a fair fight, between man and dinosaur. When the storm hits early on in the movie it makes it a little more advantageous for the people since the thunder and lightning is on their side now. Thor can probably channel it through whatever appendage he wants and shoot it at their scary faces! And Samuel L. Jackson will be in the movie twice! If he’s in a movie it’s a must see! If he’s in it twice.....see it before the world implodes due to it’s attempt at containing sheer awesomeness!

But to seriously review these movies...

Friday, November 11, 2011

The Extendable Fork

Ever been trying to eat something far away? And it’s proving to be quite difficult? Did you know that they make something to help your lazy ass? Extendable forks. Yes, they look like regular forks at first glance, but then a keen eye would notice that this fork can extend to a great length. No longer are you limited to what’s on your plate...but now the world is your plate! And other plates may as well be your plate!

Above is a link to this heaven-sent product. Pretty good deal I think. I actually bought one for my Dad as a birthday present. He always loved eating off of my plate during dinner. It was a big joke in our house. He used to put ketchup on my plate to dip his fries into. Saved room on his plate for more fries, I guess. But it was just something he always did. The person next to him at dinner was screwed if they planned on eating everything on their plate. So, I thought he’d like to be able to eat off everyone’s plate at the dinner table. So, I got him the best gift ever. But then it got me thinking...there must be a use for this extendable fork for more people than just my Dad. Who else would find a use for this lengthy tool?

Friday, November 4, 2011

A Shit Ton Of Apples

You may or may not have seen one of my previous posts, Batman's Shopping List, but it was essentially a made-up shopping list I created and decided to leave at a store somewhere in hopes someone would find it and think it was real. It had all ridiculous stuff on it, mainly that only Batman would need to buy, along with regular food items. It’s something I do often. Leave my shopping lists around town, but only after changing them slightly to make them HILARIOUS. Or at least a little funny.

I have since created a page on Facebook (which has a plethora of Likers) called Dick Medicine, in which I post pictures of lists I leave around in stores. Some with the classic “Dick Medicine” addition. Anyway, I hadn’t done one in awhile. Had to go to the store the other was my list...

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Crazy, Stupid, Green Lantern, Love

“Crazy, Stupid, Green Lantern, Love”. Hmmm, that’s an interesting title. Wonder what this movie is about. I’ll take a stab at it. “Crazy, Stupid, Green Lantern, Love” stars Steve Carell as a man, Cal Weaver, in his forties, going through a divorce. He is a responsible man who has no idea what the dating scene is like. He runs into Hal Jordan, played by Ryan Reynolds, who shows him the way of dating, and fighting crime, both human form and dirty, smog, cloud with a face, form. The two decide to merge together to become one being so that they may possess each of their best qualities within one body. Cal Jordan is born. He shoots green and he’s frugal with his green. He’s a responsible adult but don’t think he won’t slay you with a green sword if you mess with him or call him names. His mission, stop the world from being destroyed, and make his ex-wife jealous. Oh yeah and Ryan Gosling is in it. “Ryan Gosling and Ryan Reynolds?!” you’re exclaiming. I know what you’re thinking. How do they decide which one is the guy they turn to when they need the “Gratuitous-Ripped-Guy-With-His-Shirt-Off” Scene? They’re both go-to guys, but they’ve never been in a movie together before. That’s why this movie is so amazing ladies, they both take their shirts off. And for seemingly no reason. Guys, Blake Lively takes her shirt off in this movie too. So, we got something for everybody. This movie has no possible way of failing.

But seriously, to review these movies for a moment.

“Green Lantern” does star Ryan Reynolds and he does have a scene or two with his shirt off. I’m pretty sure there’s even an underwear scene. Ooh ooh! I know ladies. You love it. It’s impossible for them to put him in a movie where his shirt is on throughout the whole thing. It just won’t happen. He’s the Matthew McConaughey of today. And guys it does star Blake Lively. Clothed, but she’s pretty so get over it horndogs. And she FINALLY isn’t talking about the upper west side of New York and all the dramatic bullshit that is supposedly going on. So she’s watchable for once. I heard a lot of bad things about this movie before I saw it but I have to say I didn’t find it to be a bad movie. I’m not sure if I was trying to prove people wrong while watching it, as I had a hard time believing it was going to be as bad as everyone said it would be, but I genuinely thought it was decent. I’m not saying it was fantastic. A lot of people seemed pissed that the entire suit was CG and not one part of it was real but after watching some bonus features I found out that the suit is entirely comprised of energy. Must have missed that part in the movie and wasn’t a huge Green Lantern fan before so I had no idea bout that. But they purposely made it CG because the suit isn’t fabric or anything that really exists in our world. So, it’s supposed to look different on him, and super tight and snug to his body. So, I disagree with most people on that one, I think it was smart on their part. If any part of it was fabric you could tell and then that wouldn’t make much sense...I don’t think anyway. I also thought they did a good job explaining the whole background of Green Lantern which I knew next to nothing about. The movie had it’s “Cliche Superhero Movie” Moments but I thought it was decent. Good action. And if you’ve ever felt in your life that you haven’t heard Peter Sarsgaard scream like a bitch enough times, this movie is perfect for you to watch. He seriously, never quits. That gets a little annoying. I get he’s going through pain and his head swells up like a watermelon but he does say once that he’s “Never felt better in his life” so what’s with all the screaming, Scientist? All in all the movie was pretty good. I wasn’t totally enthralled. Like with “Inception”, for instance, I forgot I was watching a movie. Free blowjobs outside the theater from Dr. Von Sex’s perfected pleasure machine couldn’t have pulled me away from that movie. I feel like if I heard Twinkies were half off outside the theater while watching “Green Lantern” I would have run out to buy one. And I’m not a Twinky man. I’m just a bargain shopper. It didn’t pull me in too much, not at least until about halfway through. Anyway, I give it a “Pretty Good” rating. Which is, in technological terms, a pretty good rating. Click above image if you wish to purchase.

Friday, October 28, 2011

"Why Did I Just Do That?" Moments

Have you ever had a moment where you said to yourself, “Why did I just do that?” I have them all the time. It’s the moment where the main part of your brain that makes rational decisions stops working and let’s some other undiscovered part of the brain take control. It makes choices at random. And after you have performed them, you wonder, “Why did I just do that?” Moments such as this may occur...

I’m at line in Starbuck’s. Surprised already, I know. The lady in front of me orders her drink and steps off to the side and is talking about something else with one of the employees. She wants to write something down but has no pen. “Does anybody have a pen?” Let me tell you something about me, real quick. I might have slight OCD or some other disorder where I have a particular way of doing things. I always have two pens on me. And they are always in my left front pocket...along with the chap stick. I have designated pockets for everything I always carry with me. My first thought is, well I have a pen on me. I have two. I always have two. What I’m forgetting is this is an early morning run to Starbuck’s, the one down the street from my place. I quickly threw on sweat shorts (pocketless) and a shirt to get a coffee. I am holding my phone and wallet as those were the only things it seemed I needed for this quick run for coffee. I should be aware I am holding my belongings. If that isn’t enough, before I offer up one of my pens I even do the pocket check. Slap the side of my leg where my pocket is to make sure I feel the object through my pants. After checking and feeling NOTHING I still decide to say, “I have a pen you can borrow.” The lady is thankful, walks all the way back over to me from her spot, ready to accept the pen. I go to reach into my pocket and there is no pocket. “Oh whoops. I forgot I don’t have a pen on me.” Wow, who sounds like a moron? Or like they’re fucking with a stranger? This asshole right here. The lady responds very sarcastically, “Wow! Thanks a lot!” And walks away. Why did I just do that?

Or how about every time I am leaving a store on a nice day and the employee behind the register says something like, “Man, it is such a nice day out. I wish I wasn’t stuck in here all day. Well, enjoy the sun.” And then I say, “You too.” He just told me he won’t be able to enjoy the sun. Why did I just do that?

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Dairy Free Whipped Cream

I try not to be too critical of people and their choices but sometimes they’re just asking for it. The other day I’m at line in Starbuck’s. I feel like I have had a few blog posts starting in this same scenario. And usually results in some idiocy occurring. What is it with lines at coffee places? The morons just breed there. And showcase their idiocracy.

Anyway, I’m behind a woman in line. She orders her coffee. Then, the barista asks her if she wants whipped cream on her drink. She goes on to ask if the whipped cream is dairy free. This annoyed me slightly, but wasn’t the most annoying part. However, dairy free whipped cream? What is that? Whatever it is...if it even exists...cannot be good. I imagine packing peanuts blended to a fine fluffy powder and crammed into an aerosol can. There you have it. Dairy free whipped cream. Though cream is pure dairy so I think you would just call it dairy free whipped.

Second, why are you asking if they have dairy free whipped cream? They most probably do not. It’s just a Starbuck’s. They’re only going to have one type of whipped cream I’m sure. Also, the type of person who asks if the whipped cream is dairy free once, strikes me as the type of person who asks it all the time. And in this day and age I would hope those people often get responded to with a “No”. Which makes me wonder why they’re still asking.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Pumpkin Spice Latte

The following blog post was basically a result of being too many characters to fit in a single tweet and too few words to be my next great Non-Fiction Novel.

Here’s a tip for you if you want to experience awesomeness. Go to a Starbuck’s and get a Pumpkin Spice Latte.


Melt a warm pumpkin pie fresh from the oven down to liquid and drink the concoction while Mila Kunis simultaneously gives you genital pleasures. Same thing.


Monday, October 17, 2011

Israel Appreciation Day

Recently I was checking the stats on my blog and one random day I had 106 page views from the country of Israel! In one day! That’s an insane amount. Considering I had only had one page view from Israel in the entire time I had my blog. And on average I have 35 page views total per day. I was quite fixated on this amount. What did I do differently that sparked this interest from this parliamentary republic in the Middle East? Oh I did my research. You got to when you realize you have an extended fan base (or a bunch of people unfortunately stumbling upon your blog randomly).

Did I recently have some posts about Judaism? Not so. Am I often confused as someone who follows Judaism? Yes this is true. Maybe they picked up on this. However, I don’t follow Judaism. I don’t dismiss it, I just haven’t been reeled in yet. I haven’t been reeled in by anything yet really. Religions, sciences, none of them have hooked me yet. Maybe they picked up on this and realized that space on my personal profile is still open. Maybe this is Israel’s big plan to recruit more followers. Find the young bloggers on the internet that are trying to make it as a funny man. Show them the light of Judaism. Show them the pamphlets. “Check out all these successful funny people. Notice a trend? A pattern? Notice the religion most of them follow? Are you enticed yet?” I’ll tell you what Israel, despite the fact that pamphlet was made cheaply at Kinko’s, I AM enticed!

Is this really going to help me out with my career? What’s the trick? Is there a certificate I get? Something to add to my resume? I bet applying for a writing job helps when under special skills on my resume I’m allowed to list, “Being Jewish”. I heard that’s the equivalent to a pretty girl blowing a director. Automatic minimum three line part in a blockbuster movie. Maybe Judaism could be my sex favor. Now, I don’t want the true, current followers of Judaism to be offended by this. I am going to research the religion thoroughly before I decide to sign on with you all. I’m not making a rash decision here. So, let’s take a look at some things...

Wednesday, October 12, 2011


A friend of mine recently read my post “Elewaiters”. He said that by the name he expected it to be about Elephant Waiters. I can see where he got that from. It can be a little misleading. “Elewaiters” however is about people who wait too close for the elevator. I have dubbed them elewaiters. But I started thinking about Elephant Waiters. Just him mentioning that sparked a whole train of thoughts in my head. So, that’s why I decided to do this post on Waiterphants. Waiters that are elephants.

As you can see above we have a Waiterphant. He is reviewing his notes in his notebook so that he knows where each dish goes. Here’s the thing, he doesn’t even have to do that. Because an elephant never forgets. Becoming a waiter is such an obvious career choice for an elephant. Remembering orders, no problem he says! He just writes them down to make the customers feel satisfied. There’s nothing more aggravating than a waiter who doesn’t write down the order and then when you ask him about it he says, “Don’t worry. Got a great memory.” Then, not only is the dressing not on the side of my salad, but my steak is a chicken. You done fucked up fool! Waiterphants never forget and they’re courteous enough to write the order down to ease our minds.

Here’s the next best thing. They can carry out so many more plates than Waitermans (Waiters that are humans...catchy little name I thought of). They just the balance the plates on their extremely long trunk like some sort of circus act. Now, they walk out to the dining room with their hands free for high-fiving and sign language and can still carry multiple plates at once! Amazing!

Monday, October 10, 2011

Stephen Avitabile: A Football Life

Stephen Avitabile grew up in the town of Merrimack, New Hampshire. Thus, making him a New England Patriots fan. What luck being born in such a great sports region. This also, by default, made him hate teams such as the Jets and the Dolphins and come Superbowl XLII, the Giants. Anybody on that winning Giants team, i.e. Eli Manning, you guessed it...also on Steve’s shit list.

How can you like Eli Manning anyway? The lesser Manning. He’s a whiner. Watch after he throws an interception or an incompletion on a critical play, his face instantly turns into that of a baby’s who was denied dessert. Watch any of his commercials compared to Peyton’s. Peyton never has to hold a football throughout his entire commercial, but Eli always does. It’s because he has Ricky Bobby Syndrome. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands. They just float about in a way more awkward looking than his face. So, that’s why they stick a football in his hands. “Here, hold this Eli. And don’t let go. Try not to look like a dumbass during this take.”

And how about that face of his? Does he look like Peyton? Or does he look like if you took Michael Phelps and pushed his eyes to the far sides of his cranium? Or maybe, my favorite comparison, does he just look like a hammerhead shark? Those eyes are so far apart, always looking the wrong ways. Sure he has great Quarterback vision, for the sidelines. He can see down both sides of the field simultaneously due to his freakish facial mutation. Yet, he can’t see directly in front of his own face, just like a hammerhead shark. Let’s take a look at two pictures.

Now, you tell me which one of those is a hammerhead shark and which one is Eli Manning. You can’t tell, can you? It’s too tough to figure out. The only clue is what surroundings they are in. Ocean...probably the shark. Football field...most likely Eli. But when I remove the background you can’t tell.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Shady Web Sites

I got myself a beef with a specific networking site! I’m probably going to be saying some mean things, so to avoid getting charged with slander, I won’t use the site’s name. I’ll tell you it isn’t called Attachedinto and it isn’t called Snappedon. It is a site that is supposed to be used for networking, on the work tip. And it is available for free use. However, if you want to send someone a message, Oh! Now, you got to pay a flat rate for the month. 25 bucks! But don’t worry, it’s just the one time. Or so you think.

Yeah, turns out I was paying that 25 dollar flat rate for each month, even though I only wanted it for one month. Jerks! Being all sneaky and dirty about it. There was the option of paying monthly, and the option of paying for one month. Apparently you pay for one month...every month. Assholes. That’s a dirty trick. And here’s the worst part. I wanted to send one message to someone inquiring about a job opportunity. One message! With the lousy pachage I purchased for a low low price of 25 bucks and then some I received some benefits, like three messages I was allowed to send out. Three?! I know networking sites that allow me to send free unlimited messages to people. And they have sweet games I can play too. What the hell is the deal with this site?

So, I send the message to this girl, inquiring about the job. She never responds. Great. I spent 25 bucks to try to talk to a girl only to be ignored. You know, I can make all that happen on my own time in real life for free. I can even head to a club, pay the 10 dollar cover charge, buy a cranberry vodka for 9 dollars, wander up to a girl, drop a line on her and watch her ignore me while walking away and that’s still cheaper than this shit. And I got a watered down shitty drink out of it. If getting overcharged and shot down in an embarrassing public setting is better than an experience on your site, than your site has a problem. Don’t worry, I cancelled my account. However, they hide the “Cancel Your Account” section real well. As most sites do I’m sure. Especially when they’re secretly charging you. They hide it under like 5 different sections.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Toilet Humor

The term “Toilet Humor” is often used with negative connotations. Usually to describe a brand of comedy that is so simple, so unintelligent, that there is no thinking involved in order to get the joke. It’s as simple as one, poo, pee. All fart jokes and poop jokes and what not. And I get that people think it’s obnoxious and immature, and I agree that ONLY that humor can get old real fast. But I’m going to tell you something else...I cannot think of a day in my life where I will stop finding farts funny.

They will always make me laugh. Someone having a weird sounding one out of nowhere. One that is so loud it interrupts a conversation. One that comes during the dramatic pause of a movie after the bad guy has just admitted that he did kill the protagonist’s friend. There’s just so many different types, it’s amazing. And I’ll always get a kick out of poop stories. Things found in the toilet. Things that you would expect to find in the toilet yet you found them elsewhere.

Let’s take a look here. This is a ton of bird shit. Holy bird shit, that’s a lot! Where did this van park? It must have resided underneath a tree holding a large family of birds. But did the birds all just eat a Taco Bell Thanksgiving feast? Look at it! It’s coated! It’s as if it got a new paint job. I often see a white van and compare it to a public toilet but these birds took it to the next step. I’m just glad I saw this before this guy went through a car wash. However, you’ll notice it seems dried onto his van. Maybe it’s been there awhile and he has no intentions of removing it. It’s going to make it a hell of a lot harder to abduct children when your white van can now literally be described over police scanners as “real shitty”. The picture above makes me laugh so much, and I really just want to share this “Toilet Humor” with others because I think it will make them laugh too.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Idiots Of The World

Not only is this my 100th blog post but it’s also my 100th blog post in a row. I thought I should honor the special occasion by doing a post on what I love talking about the most. Idiots!

There are so many different types of idiots in the world. Here are some of the main offenders.

Cerebrius Simplicus - More commonly referred to as the Dummy. A Dummy does things without thinking. Acts on impulse. Doesn’t tend to listen to instructions or requests. Has a bit of a vacant brain. A good example of a Dummy is the guy who asked me if I wanted my receipt at Starbuck’s the other day. I said yes, he printed it out and held it as he turned around to tell another employee something. He turned back to realize he was holding my receipt and was not sure why. He asked, “Did you want your receipt?” Before my nod kicked into gear he answered himself, “No, right?” He then tore up the receipt and threw it out. “Have a nice day.” I guess I will since I don’t have to worry about that receipt I wanted anymore. Dummy.

Dangeronica Moronius - Yes, the Moron. The Moron does dumb things that tend to be quite dangerous. The Moron’s biggest set back is that it cannot gage the level of danger of any activity. Thus, any activity that seems fun is performed by the Moron. A good example of a Moron is the kid who decided to climb the ladder to the slide real quickly behind me so that he could go down the same time as me and push me down the whole thing! You know how dangerous that shit is, little kid? I don’t need a pair of LA Lights ramming up my butt crack as I land in the sand at the bottom of the slide. Moron! This kid grew up to get in a drunk driving accident and a downhill sofa race accident. If you have a Moron kid, that’s his future. Fix his Moron brain before it’s too late.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011


Hairstyles come from all over. Ever think of the names and styles of them all? Ever notice that several of them come from animal’s asses? What’s that about? What are these hairstylists doing all day? Heading to the zoo for inspiration? But walking the backway? Let’s take a look at some of these animal-ass-hairstyles.

Here’s a popular one. Pigtails. Someone must have looked at a pig’s ass. Mainly towards the tail area. And they were half inspired. It wasn’t until another pig waddled over that they were fully inspired. Two! Two pig tails. Ah ah ah! Let’s make this a hairstyle! How about it’s like someone’s head is the convergence of two pig’s asses smushed together? I think that should be a hairstyle!

Here’s another one. The rat tail. Not sure how this became a hairstyle. Who thought that they should take the ass (the most unflattering part) of an animal that everyone thinks is gross and yucky?  An animal that has been commonly known to carry diseases. And put it on the backs of people’s heads. It’s become quite apparent how popular that one’s become. Good choice on that person’s part.

Ponytail! Hm, I would like to meet the hairstylist that came up with this idea, however I’m not sure which white van they reside in on the side of the road. Pedophile alert! A pony’s tail? Not only are you strangely looking at a horse’s ass, but you’re looking at a kid horse’s ass. I don’t care if it’s one in horse years but older in human years. Ain’t no way it’s even close to 18 human years! Thus making it illegal for you to stare at it’s behind. And then you stick it on the back of someone’s head? That should Yet, I see them everywhere.

OK, so if these animal-ass-hairstyles are popular, then we should be able to make some other ones popular. See below.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Tigers Have So Much More Time On Their Hands

While I was going through my morning rituals my mind started to wander, as it usually does. I started thinking, how much easier would my life be if I were a tiger? I started to break it down, I would be wasting a lot less time it seems, being a tiger.

Morning rituals immediately get way better. No more shaving of anything. This goes to all genders, anyone who ever has to shave as part of a morning or nightly ritual, forget about it. Now, you’re a tiger and tigers don’t need to shave. That’s less time wasted.

Brushing the teeth? Nope. Tigers don’t care if their teeth are brushed. No one else in the tiger community has fresh breath so you don’t have to worry about being the stinky one. You’re all the stinky ones. Less time wasted there.

Taking a shower? That now consists of jumping in a nearby river and swimming around for a minute or two. Well, that’s way quicker! Also, while you’re at it take a couple gulps of water since this is also your source of drinking water. Less time wasted going to Target, buying a Brita filter, reading the instructions, setting it up, walking to the fridge and pouring yourself a glass of water. A tiger’s way of drinking is much quicker and more efficient. Also, it’s probably fun to do it during shower time.

Monday, September 26, 2011

Tipping Chart

My friend asked me a very good question today. How much do you tip a cab driver? You know, if you’ve never been in one, you wouldn’t really know. Most people have figured out how to tip waiters and waitresses and bartenders at this point because that’s something we all commonly do. But there’s lots of stuff we tip for that is not very clear. It’s not clear what the usual is and how much this person is actually working for a tip and how much they’re getting paid hourly and all that. We need some sort of tip chart or something. Maybe a class that everyone is forced to take in high school, a mandatory class to teach you how to tip once you go off in the real world. I’m probably not the best person to figure this all out, not knowing all these jobs well enough, but I’m going to attempt it.

Waiters and waitresses - These people generally make so little hourly money it’s embarrassing. Except for in the state of California I heard they make like 9 or 10 dollars an hour. However, cost of living is higher out here so it might even out but that still seems like bullshit to me. When I was a waiter in New Hampshire I made $2.35 An hour. I relied solely on tips basically. I think that’s how it is most places. Not even close to minimum wage, because you make a good amount in tips. Keep that in mind next time you’re out to eat. Most people probably already know this but for waiters and waitresses it’s like 15% if you think they did a decent job and 20% if you thought they were great and did everything they were supposed to. Keep in mind, that’s how it’s supposed to be.

A lot of the servers that worked with me used to complain when they only got 15% but they moped around, were slow, unfriendly, and didn’t do everything they were supposed to. They give the, “How am I supposed to live off of 15% tips?” I don’t know dummy. How are you supposed to keep your job if you don’t do it well enough? Don’t feel bad about giving a 15% tip if they deserve it. It’s still good enough. Oh and if a server ever comes and complains to you, the customer, about the tip, that’s total bullshit. Happened to me once. Me and my friends were at a Hooter’s and our waitress was about eight months pregnant. A lot of people said she’s lucky she got a tip at all. I didn’t go that far, but that is the last type of waitress you want at Hooter’s. Just saying. Anyway, she was not even decent, barely did anything for us. I remember us asking for silverware and then having to get it ourselves 10 minutes later. However, we didn’t want poor little Hooter Jr. To grow up in a world without shoes or food or proper education so we gave her 15% even though she didn’t even deserve that. Then, she yelled at us on the way out and said we did not tip her enough and demanded we come back and give her more money. My friends basically ran away and I, like a moron, had stopped to talk. My side of the conversation went something like, “Um, no.” And then I walked away. She kept screaming but I did not turn back. Many people were laughing at me but I want everyone to know that I did the right thing!

Moving on...

Cab Drivers - I don’t know what these guys get paid but most of them are way too pushy and rude and drive too dangerous to get more than a couple bucks from me. Does that sound stuck up? I tip better for the ones I like. You don’t gotta talk to me, just don’t scream at me. To my friend, I say, depends on the fare, but I think $3-5 is usually pretty good. No?

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Unproductive Sundays

It’s funny to look at how much less productive I am on Sundays compared to other days. Especially during football season. During the off-season it’s bad enough. I only have bad television programming and that hungover feeling to keep me unproductive, half-dead, sprawled out on the couch. Let’s take a look at a bar graph depicting my productivity on Sundays VS. the rest of the week.

This graph took place during the off-season. This was created based off of accurate stats I had a highly-intelligent robot take, Productivity is on the left, the Y axis. You’ll see the numbers that seem to have no value at all. But they do. 100 is good. Obviously. Duh. 0 is bad. Also, you may notice that 0 is not at the bottom of the Y axis as it usually would be. That means you could even be less productive than 0. Negative number productive. That’s called, unproductive. So, Monday to Saturday I’m somewhere around 85-90. That’s pretty damn productive y’all. I don’t know if you knew that, but I am a hard what I want to work at. Now, look at Sunday. Kind of close to 50. Yeah, I’m probably pretty hungover there. Watching reruns of “That 70s Show”. Once I fully sober up I’ll get a little bit of work done. Probably draw some pictures for a future post. Take pictures of my underwear. For a future post. Or for whatever. Now, let’s see how things change once football season starts.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Canadian Football

OK, does anybody watch the Canadian Football League that can help me with some stuff? I understand it somewhat but a lot of it confuses me. For instance...

Before the snap, a ton of guys are allowed to start moving. And it’s OK. What is up with that? A bunch of receivers start running at the line before they yell hike. They get a running start? That seems unfair. Also, it seems foolish because now the defense knows exactly when the quarterback is calling hike. Just before the receivers cross the line of scrimmage. That’s what happens every time, so that basically eliminates offsides. I don’t know what that’s all about but in America, everyone basically has to stay put before the play starts. Common courtesy you guys.

I also noticed that it’s not “Offense” or “Defense” it’s “Offence” and “Defence”. What’s that all about? You guys just trying to be different. No we’re Canadian football so every chance we get to substitute the “C” for the “S” we do. The Canadian Way. You’re like the kids in high school that thought it was cool to use Z’s instead of S’s. As in “Skillz” or “Girlz”. I still see people writing like that when I go on facebook. And those people are still not cool. Some people say, why not delete those friends from your facebook? Well, it’s too much damn effort. And with the new layout I’m not even sure I know how to anymore. So, Canadian Football League, if you were my friend on facebook, you wouldn’t have to fear being deleted from my friends list, only ridiculed. Start spelling stuff right. Spelling stuff wrong on purpose is not cool. Unless this is one of those country to country things I’m not aware of. Like it’s “Color” here but “Colour” in the UK. “Neighbor” here “Neighbour” in the UK. “Grey” here “Gray” in the UK. But I’ve never heard of any spelling differences between the U.S. and Canada. With the exception of it’s “True Blue” here and it’s “Labatt Blue” there. If it’s not a rule, get your spelling together!

oh how about the placement of the field goal posts? Remember in the NFL when the field goal posts used to be in the middle of the end zone? And everybody used to crash into them and get concussions? It was super dangerous. Then, they smartened up and moved them to the back of the end zone and additionally, gave all the players helmets. Safety became a priority finally. Well, you guys got the helmets. What’s with the field goal posts? Move them back! They’re in the way! People are going to crash into them! That’s like building a field around a tree and not taking the tree down. Just move the damn thing, you don’t need an obstacle. This isn’t American Gladiators! The game’s hard enough as it is.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Weirdos At The Gym

I went to the gym yesterday. Seemed like it was just going to be a normal day, until I started to notice all the weirdos. I feel like every place I go there is at least one weirdo I notice. Usually more. If I don’t notice any weirdos, often times I look down and I’m the guy wearing pink sweat pants and yoshi slippers in the Starbuck’s. Oh it’s me who’s the weirdo this time. But honestly, most places I’m at there are some weird people doing weird things. I’m used to it. I always spot the weirdness. But this day at the gym, there was just so much weirdness.

First weirdo I noticed, in the locker room. He was getting dressed, took his hat off while he changed. He laid it down on the bench and I noticed on the underside of the brim of his baseball cap, he had drawn a hawk in black pen. The weirdest part, I thought, was that he wasn’t in seventh grade and it wasn’t 1999. Really? You drew a hawk on the underside of your hat? That is not cool, why do you think it is? Or do you not think it is and that’s why you’re hiding it underneath your brim? And if that’s the case then why did you bother to draw this? The guy finished dressing and before I could ask him about his hawkness he put his hat BACK ON and went to work out. Working out with your hat on? Why?

Another point, as I was on the mat doing ab exercises, I noticed a guy in front of me stretching. He wasn’t in there the whole rest of the time I was, which was about 40 minutes, so he must have just gotten there and was stretching before his workout. Seemingly. He stretched the entire time I was doing my shit. For like 20 minutes. Do you really stretch for that long? That can’t be necessary. He also made sure to stand directly in front of me the entire time. Awesome. Every time I do a sit-up, I get a close-up of your dick. Thanks. A lot of the time he wasn’t even really stretching. He was lightly pulling on something while checking himself out in the mirror. Dude, this is not your personal mirror slash stretchitorium. Get out of my way! Anyway, I finish up, go in the locker room, and grab my towel to go shower. As I head towards the shower, that same guy enters the locker room. He too grabs a towel and heads to the showers. Really? Did you come to the gym to stretch and check yourself out for twenty minutes and that’s it? Just gonna shower and head out now? You couldn’t have possibly even have broken a sweat! Why the shower?! Who are you?

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Diary Entry: 14 - Bowser's In The Paintings?!

So, after fighting that robot and that elf and that electric rat and being praised as a winner for murdering them like I’m on goddamn Spartacus, I climbed down from that elevated death trap and finally got back to reality. Happened to be strolling past the castle again and one of the little Toad people runs up to me and tells me the Princess has been kidnapped by Bowser again. Seriously? Don’t you guys have any locks on your doors? Or any type of security? And that guy just helped me get her back from the ugly Boomer dude and he already is opposing me again? He’s going down.

I head into the castle and Toad convinces me Bowser is like inside one of the paintings. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. Mario, were you tripping balls? Well, I must have been because I swear to you that I jumped at one of the paintings, and literally went inside of it! I ended up in some new world entirely! Crazy right? So, I’m going around through all the paintings they have in the castle. There’s a lot!

There’s one where I have to fight this giant Bob-omb guy because he’s a huge dick. He actually is really slow and less scary than the regular Bob-ombs. He doesn’t even have a fuse. Yeah he was a lame-o and I kicked his ass. So he coughed up this star. I keep collecting these stars by the way, which I think keep feeding me my high and making me think I’m jumping into paintings. However, I really think I am entering these new worlds. I must sound like I’m crazy, but they seem so real. Anyway, I’m going all over. This one under water level. Fighting a gigantic eel. I was in some levels with lava, of course, there’s always lava somewhere. I had to fight whomps and thwomps on this high up tower. Pretty scary, I hate heights. I even went to some snowy level. There was some bitch ass crying penguin screaming about how she lost her baby and she refused to look for it. She made me do it. Horrible parent.

Anyway, I’m running all around collecting all these stars and eventually one of the Toads is like, why don’t you try to go into that painting of Bowser. Maybe he’s in that one. Mind you, it’s been like 5 days of me going all around this damn castle, jumping into paintings collecting a humongous stack of stars and this guy never thought to tell me there was a Bowser painting until now. Yeah of course he’s probably in that one! Why didn’t you tell me to go into that one in the first place, moron? I would have skipped all this other nonsense. Of course he’ll hide in the one with his face on it. He’s a cocky moron! And why do you guys even have a painting of him?! He comes in and kidnaps the Princess every week! You paid to have a portrait done of him?

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Facebook Is Acting Like A High School Girl

Facebook is becoming like that girl a lot of us dated in high school. Know what I mean?


TASHA walks in and sits down next to BOB.

What do you think? Should I change my interface? I’m getting kind of tired with this current interface. Mandy’s mom is an interface dresser and she said she’ll change it up for half off. Or I could do it myself for even less money but then who knows if it will turn out OK? So what do you think? Should I change my interface?

What? No, it looks fine the way it is.

I don’t want to look fine. I want to look great.

You do look great. Just leave your interface alone. I like the color and the...the style.

You don’t think I need to change it?

No, it’s great how it is.

So, you’d hate it if I changed it?

I’m not saying that. I’m just saying there’s no point in changing it. I love it how it is.



Tasha walks in and sits down next to Bob with a different interface.

So, what do you think?

You changed your interface?

You hate it! Don’t you?!

No! No, I don’t hate it. I just wasn’t expecting it.

You think it’s ugly don’t you?

No, it’s very nice. I like it. I like it.

Tasha quickly changes to all smiles.

I knew you’d love it. Everyone does.

Seriously, facebook? How many more changes until you realize you’ve bleached the shit out of your interface and you got split ends and your roots grow in a diseased-brown now? It’s fine the way it was! You don’t have to change it again. Now, it just makes things more confusing for me. Shit’s all switched around. A ton of things got way huger. I don’t know what the point of that was, are you making this senior-friendly? Because I don’t think that’s your market right now.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

The Mrs. Field's Fiasco

Attention Mrs. Field’s employees! Well, this mainly just goes to the one lady. Stop being an ass to me!

I go to the Mrs. Field’s across the street from where I work often enough. Often enough that I’m the mayor there! Via foursquare, but that might as well translate to real life. I actually just go there for milk. They sell milk, so does Subway, Mrs. Field’s is a shorter walk, and no other places really sell it. Figured out why I go there now? Anyway, I often head in there and have to deal with the lady being all pissy with me. Here’s how are latest transaction went.


STEVE enters, looking quite dapper and has a pleasant smile on his face. THE EMPLOYEE, an older lady, putters out from the back and seems mildly this point.

Hi, how are you?

What would you like?

Could I get two of those blue milk bottles?

Immediately her somewhat-smile vanishes. What’s she thinking in her head? “Ah, this guy with the milk again.” Whatever, you should be happy when I buy anything from here whether it be cookies or milk or whatever! You sell it, I buy it! That’s how retail goes, woman! She goes back to the cooler and starts to put her hands on the blue milk CARTONS.

Two of these?

No, the bottles please.

She sighs. LOUD. Moves her hands to the RED milk bottles. Starts to grab two.

Oh no, sorry. The blue ones.

She turns and looks at Steve like he’s crazy.

I was just grabbing the blue ones, you said no.

Yeah, not the cartons. I want the bottles.

She motions towards the bottles she’s already grabbing.

The blue milk bottles. All the way to the right. The rightmost thing in the cooler.

Swear to God, her hands start to drift left, to the RED MILK CARTONS. No way! Are you serious?! That’s the opposite packaging I’m requesting surrounds my milk.

No, the right. All the way to the right.

Monday, September 19, 2011


How often do you see this?

The Fist-Bump-Explosion. Fist bumps are kind of funny when you do them with your friends as a joke. The explosion afterwards is so dumb too. Again when done as a joke, kind of funny. But in a world where people are trying to identify themselves with unique variations of handshakes and high-fives, the Fist-Bump-Explosion is all too often performed with serious intent.

The easiest way to tell if the Fist-Bumpers are serious...are they Bros? Do they smell of douchebaggery? How many popped collars lie below the exterior popped collar? The deeper their popped collars run, the deeper the “Bro” runs within them. Are they Fist-Bumping because one of them just hooked up with a chick? Bro. Is either one referring to the other as “Bro” nonstop? Obviously a Bro. Bros only hang with other Bros.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Jobs I Wouldn't Mind Having

Jobs I wouldn’t mind having.

I was thinking about this. What if I were a racecar driver? All I’d do is drive around in circles. Real fast. I already do that in my neighborhood when I’m looking for parking. Now, I’m getting paid to do it and I don’t have to worry about finding a spot. Eventually, I can stop in my guaranteed spot where other people do work on my car for free. This has ultimately made my “looking for parking” situation much better. Time to turn into a hick.

Or what if I were a food critic? I’ve tasted many types of foods. I can give opinions on them. You just get paid to say exactly what you think about the free food you’re eating. Free food? For a bullshit job! Anybody can do that. You just have to have a good vocabulary. Time to open up the dictionary and break out my retractable fork.

How about defensive coordinator for a professional football team? It’s just like picking defensive plays in Madden. I can do that. I already do that very well. Sure, I pick a lot of blitz plays, but I also control one of the safetys to make sure nothing crazy happens downfield. That’s basically all you got to do in real life. I can do that. Time to bring in my Madden highlight reel to somebody important.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Know What's Annoying?

Know what’s annoying? Pen life. You can never depend on a pen to last as long as the last one you used. They’re never the same and often seem to get shorter and shorter. For instance, I recently used a brand new soccerball pen. Wrote 62 letters and then it died. 62 letters? That’s all you had in you?! Nice life. You’re worse than a fruit fly. I hadn’t even finished writing what I had just started writing. What kind of work am I supposed to get done with that kind of pen? It’s almost useless. That’s like having a helmet that explodes immediately before impact. Or a shield that melts as soon as anything touches it.

Know what else is annoying? “Sex And The City”. Sorry to the fans but that is not the show for me. Being that I have decent to great taste. Watching “Sex And The City” is like watching a guy drown for 29 minutes. And then he finally gets out of the water and says something mildly funny about the whole experience. And then you’re like, “Well, I guess I’ll laugh at it. It would be rude if I didn’t. The guy almost drowned.”

Friday, September 16, 2011

2D Glasses

Tired of everything being in 3D as of lately? Movies, TV, video games, all of it’s being put in 3D. 3D used to be a once in awhile occurrence. Now it’s around every corner. What else are they going to make 3D? Oh and don’t forget half the time you got to wear the glasses!

Does this bother you hardcore, my friend? Well, I have a solution for you! Buy my 2D glasses! Put them on whenever you want! People watching stupid 3D movies? Put on your 2D glasses and everything is in 2D. 3D video game players in your midst with their special glasses on? You got specialer glasses! Put on the 2D glasses and shut out their 3D shit for good!

And my 2D glasses are more comfortable than 3D glasses. They won’t hurt your ears or smash into your forehead and they don’t leave undesirable lines on your forehead. You can even wear them out on a date. No one will be the wiser! In fact, have you been noticing literally everything is 3D? Like real life? Look out your window at the trees or buildings or houses. They’re all in 3D! Sons of bitches! Don’t worry. Put on my 2D glasses. Everything will stop popping out at your face like an annoying jerk.

They’re fashionable too. Get them in a beautiful array of colors!

We got black!

We got white!

We got the colored one! What are these? Green? Sure!

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Diary Entry: 13 - Robot Boobs And Electric Rats

Dear Diary,

The princess is safe another day. I ate the stupid cake she baked for me. It wasn’t even good. Tasted like soggy cardboard. You know, I’ve watched all the action movies over the years, “Die Hard” “Broken Arrow” “Sahara”, whenever the guy saves the lady slash the world, he always gets the woman. You see them kiss or make out and you’re lead to believe they’re going to be intercoursing later, which I’m sure they will be. How come all I got was a gross cake I didn’t even want? That’s messed up!

Anyway, I left the Princess safe and sound at the castle. Or so everyone told me she’s safe. I feel like she’s gonna get kidnapped again. They have the worst security ever. It’s just a bunch of Toads. Oh, so I finally figured it out, there IS more than one. There was 9 of those little mother fuckers at my cake party, they were all wearing the same outfit and dumb spotted hat. Anyway, how are those guys supposed to protect her? Whatever, I’m walking back home from the castle and I get a little lost as I was daydreaming about what I really wanted from Peach. Did you know that’s her name? Peach! When the hell did everyone find that one out?

But it’s weird, I start walking through this...I don’t know...sort of arena area. I look around and I’m way high up. Apparently I climbed another castle all the way up to the roof without realizing it. And now I’m on a castle roof arena thing? Suddenly, a super loud voice starts screaming out, “3, 2, 1, go!” I have no idea where it came from, sounds like it was coming from every direction. Before I even get a chance to investigate the screamer, some elf-looking guy cloaked in green jumps out of nowhere with a sword! I dodge him as he’s slicing and dicing in my direction! What the hell, dude?! I don’t even know you!

As I regain my balance, some robot comes running by knocking me on my ass crack. I watch from the ground as the robot and the elf start duking it out. What the hell is going on? Should I be rooting for the robot because he was less rude to me? And how come that robot sort of has the figure of a woman? No time to figure that one out, because some giant yellow rat lunges at me from the sky and tackles me into the ground! Damn it! What is this place. I kick thing off of me, brush off my mustache, and stick my fists up. Shit just got real!

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Results of Week 1 Football 2011

As many people are well aware, the first week of football just passed for this year. It was amazing, as always. Lots of great football action, a few close games and even a few upsets. Week 1 is always exciting because you never know how it will turn out. Know what else is really exciting? When you do what I do. Imagine the team names actually fighting each other. So, for instance, the Giants VS. The Redskins was one of the matchups. As that was going on I was imagining a giant man fighting against a man with red skin. Or racistly, a Native American. Sorry, that’s how it goes. A lot of racist sports team names. But it makes it so much more exciting! Giant man VS. Native American. Epic battle. Somehow the Native American managed to take down a giant man all on his own. Quite astounding. So, I decided I would illustrate for everyone my favorite matchups for week 1. I also illustrate how the matchups resulted.

My first one I did here was the matchup between the Panthers and the Cardinals. This is how this one my head. The Cardinals managed to rip out the eyeballs of the Panthers. And as we all know, once you rip out your opponents eyeballs, you have won the fight. Now, they can’t see anything, so it’s easy for you to crush them! So, that’s what happened here.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Batman's Shopping List

This is amazingness! I was in Wal Mart the other day and I noticed a tall dark man at the end of the aisle I was in. He held a list. I saw him put the list on the shelf, grabbed some eggs, left the list on the shelf and walked away. I was already starting down towards that end of the aisle so I quickened my pace. I got to the end, snagged his list off the shelf and rounded the corner of the aisle. I was about to yell out something cliche like, “Hey Mister! You forgot your list!” But when I turned the corner, the man was nowhere to be seen. Just the vast emptiness of Wal Mart and it’s employees’ sullen faces. And an odor that is unidentifiable. As is usually the case with that place.

Weird. Was that guy running or something? How did he get away so quickly. I look down at the list, unintentionally and start to notice the things he had on it. I found it to be very intriguing, so I took a picture of it to share with you all. Let’s take a look.

Look at this. Milk. Normal. Avocados. Pretty normal especially considering we’re in California. Bat shaped Halloween candy. Hmmm, I guess some people just really like that stuff. Eggs. Yeah, some him grabbing those. Normal. Fire extinguisher. Not too many people have to buy those on their Wal Mart trips. However, if you have a plethora of things to buy, Wal Mart is the place to come to. Toilet cleaner. Don’t we all need it? Then it starts to get really interesting, I thought. Meaty proteins. Who lists it like that? I guess someone who wants to make sure they have the meatiest proteins to eat after their workouts. Someone who’s really in shape. No carbs. Well, you don’t have to list it if you are NOT getting it. But now I know you’re on a no carb diet. Strange. Apples. OK. Grappling hook. Whoa! That was from left field. What do you need that for? Hard cup. Like so you don’t get kicked in the crotch? If you’re above the age of 10 and not a professional sports player, you probably don’t need to buy a hard cup. More dark clothes. That’s a weird way to list that. He was wearing dark clothes and I suppose he wants more. Maybe that’s all he wears. Wait a minute! Is this Batman?!

Monday, September 12, 2011

How Do Mermaids Reproduce?

How do mermaids reproduce? I always wondered this. I mean a mermaid is half person, half fish. So, I suppose a mermaid is created when a fish and a man mate. First off, let’s explore how that happens. Um, I guess that must be a big fish. Or at least a fish that gets around a lot. One that has a big opening for a fish hook or what have you. And the guy is like...super loney? Or maybe it’s a man fish and a lady human. Who knows? Anyway, that’s what makes a mermaid.

Also, something to note is that mermaids are always women. For some reason a male mermaid is never created. Maybe that’s why mermaids never procreate. They can only have lesbian sex with each other. And they can’t even scissor or do the other things lesbians do. Except kiss and wet hump. But mermaids could still mate with humans right? A male human.

In all the movies and TV shows it’s always the sailors the mermaids are luring. Are they having sex with them? Where do you put it? There’s just a fish tail there. Is their an opening somewhere in her scales? And if so, how do those scales feel? Ever eat the scales on a fish? They’re rough. Imagine them on a more sensitive area. That can’t be very good, if that opening is even there.

I feel like the reason everyone always warns the sailors to watch out for the mermaids is because they aren’t luring you for sex. They make you think they are. They bring you down under water. To their lair. You swim on in and then that’s where you realize, “Where am I gonna put it?” Then, the sailors probably think they’re just going to get some nice things done for them but then the mermaid makes it known what he’s really down there for. He is handed a hammer and nails and some paint and she puts him to work. He’s been brought down to help renovate her house! She probably wants to resell but needs to improve it before she puts it back on the market.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Invisible Day

For one day I was granted the ability to be invisible. All day. I didn’t even have to take my clothes off like most times people do when invisible. I did anyway. It made more sense. I always imagined I’d be naked when I was invisible. I always knew it would happen. You’re probably wondering how I was granted invisibility. I should probably spend some time explaining that.

I was wandering through the forest (you know that one forest in Los Angeles?) and I came across a fallen tree. Underneath the tree was a giant frog. He was trapped. He was about four feet tall, had a gray beard (or grey beard if you’re from London) and was wearing a purple hat. Looked beret-ish I think. Anyway, he begged for me to help him. I used all the strength I had and pushed the tree far enough to the side so that he could escape. He was very thankful and said for my kindness he would grant me invisibility for the day. It really didn’t make much sense at all but I was super stoked as I’ve always wanted to try it out. The next 24 hours were a blast! I’ll show you some pictures from all the shenanigans that went down.

Above is a picture of me punching a singer in the face. I was invisible at this concert, he was singing his version of Johnny B. Good. And let me tell you, Johnny B. Bad. He deserved that invisible fist to the mouth. Right during the first verse. He didn’t even know what hit him.

Now, here is a picture of me eating a poor boy’s sandwich whilst he holds it on his plate. And what else is going on here? Was his sandwich previously punched? Notice the peanut butter on the mean-looking man’s fist. I think we caught them post-punchus.

Look at me here! My mom always hides the samurai swords on top of the cabinets in the kitchen so I can’t get to them. I could climb up there but she always sees me and pulls me down. However, invisible...oh and I can climb up to the samurai swords undetected. Success!

Saturday, September 10, 2011

What Kind Of Step Dad Is Ashton Kutcher?

Do you think Ashton Kutcher is a cool Step Dad? Or do you think maybe he tries to hard to be a cool Step Dad? I’m thinking the latter of the two. I bet he thinks because he’s closer in age to Rumer Willis (Demi’s daughter) than he is to Demi Moore that he can get along easy with her. I bet he’s like that lame-o Step Dad that thinks he can be best friends with her.


Demi Moore and Rumer Willis stand near the front door. Demi opens the door. Ashton Kutcher stands there with a suitcase and a copy of “Dude, Where’s My Car?” with a bow wrapped around it and a tag reading, TO RUMER.

Hey there kiddo! Got you a present!

He hands her the movie. She takes it, turns, and throws it into a pile of Die Hard merchandise. It sinks to the bottom and is unseen.

And guess what else? I’m gonna be your new dad!

Weren’t you in my Biology class?

Yeah. The second time I took it.


We’re gonna have a fun time! We’re gonna play catch and build a house out of a deck of cards and maybe you can even teach me how to do my taxes! How’s that sound?!

Sounds great. I’ll show you how to do that right after I show my Mom how to use Twitter.

I want to be on Twitter so I can take pictures of myself while I’m topless but only showing my back so it seems like it has no point to it, but then I’ll also give it a caption that reads, “Remember, you’ve got your own back.”


I don’t get it at all.

It’s so that people will remember to be their own best friend and to find light and protection from within.

Why don’t you just tweet that then?

I love it! But let’s skip all that and play catch first. Then, we’ll go out drinking because I just got a fake I.D.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Drop Dead "Drop Dead Diva"

So, the other day I was watching a bit of “Drop Dead Diva” (I’m not a fan, I literally had to watch it for work) and I became a bit aggravated with it. I understand enough of the show to get what it’s about. I mean, they explain it you real plain and simple at the start of every show. So, the main character was one of those stereotypical beautiful women (wants to be a model) who is sort of dumb and has a bad personality. But she is beautiful so lucky for her she lives in the U.S. That’s all you need to get far!

Then, she dies and comes back as this fat, ugly chick. And don’t say I’m mean or anything, the girl is literally cast for this. I didn’t come up with the damn idea. Anywho, comes back as a fat chick and you’re like, “Oh shit!” for a moment because it hits you. She’s going to have the same bad personality, only now she’s fat and ugly. She has nothing going for her now. No one’s going to give her a chance in modern America. The best she’ll get is someone mistaking her for a fat, ugly DUDE with a bad personality and give her a swift crack to the nose for being an ass.

I remember hearing about the premise and seeing a bit of some of the episodes and I could honestly see how people could enjoy this. It’s like that taste of medicine everybody wants to see the popular, hot bitches from high school get. Since your personality is ugly now you are too. Let’s see how shitty your life becomes. And you’ll deserve every mean thing that happens to you.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Diary Entry: 12 - Boomer And The Cake And The Other Guys

Dear Diary,

Nap time was great. We all got a great rest in Boomer’s hotel. The man may be a kidnapper and ugly as a sauceless meatball but he sure knows how to accommodate company. There was lavender under our pillows, a little trick I thought only Mama Mario knew about. Makes you fall asleep faster and easier. And a mint next to our beds when we woke up. It wasn’t there before so I wonder when it was placed there.

Anyway, me, the wizard guy, the marshmallow-frog thing, and Bowser climb the rest of the way to the top. We find this big room, it’s like the penthouse. Smells like cheese. Not like good cheese either, you know the good smelling kinds they serve you in fancy restaurants. Like the ones that come in an aerosol can and get stuck in your mustache real easy. Yeah, that plus butthole. This is the worst smelling penthouse I’ve ever been in. I mean, as a plumber I haven’t been in many penthouses. Technically, this is my first. The wizard assures me that penthouses don’t normally smell like this though. As we enter we see the ugly guy! I can tell the smell is coming from him. He just looks like he would have that odor. He’s got the Princess by his side and he’s trying to force wedding cake down her throat.

Oh hell no! That loser ain’t marrying my Princess! And he sure as shy guys ain’t feeding her cake! Not even a delicious looking cherry type cake. I charge the guy and all of a sudden these two clowns pop out of nowhere and start muscling me. They push me away from him as he laughs maniacally like Biff in that part of “Back To The Future” when Lorraine thinks he’s going to break George’s arm. Only I can’t do a stellar punch to his face from back here. Not only are the clowns double teaming me, but I have a fear of clowns! Luigi always dressed up as a clown for April Fool’s Day and pretended like he killed our parents. I have a feeling that’s where the fear stemmed from. Anyway, I’m paralyzed with fear!

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Drink Milk, Dummy!

Today I drank three glasses of milk. I also had a coffee, four glasses of water and one glass of Cran-Pomegranate juice. My liquids are doing good. My levels are high. Especially on milk. Match me up against any Joe Schmoe and I’d probably beat him up. Against a lactose intolerant schmoe, I’d ruin him. I got all my milk powers at my disposal. He’s got nothing.

You can see my milk bar is way high. That gives me the Scary Dairy. They call it that because it gives you magical powers that are so strong, it’s scary. My water bar is looking good too. Keeping me hydrated. It’s like my life bar. For all the gamers, my HP. Making my milk bar my MP. Milk powers, magic powers, whatever you want to call it. The juice bar is basically my regular attack bar. Looking decent. The coffee bar is my weakness bar. It’s not too high so there’s not much anyone can do to me.

Watch me beat up a guy with milk powers. I’ll blast a hole in his bones! Regular or lactose intolerant, most people don’t drink milk as much as I do. I love the stuff. I drink it with my meals and I drink it for taste! I don’t put milk in my cereal. I just drink it on the side! Keeps it fresher and stronger. I’ll shoot a milk ball like a hadouken. Knock my foes through walls. Rearrange their faces with a milk mustache.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

When The Underwear Comes Alive

When people become suspicious of their maids and nannies and significant others they set up nanny cams. They want to know what’s going on in their house when they aren’t there. I really don’t have much to suspect but I wanted to set one up myself. Those things are damn expensive though, so instead I got a lesser version. It’s a few different cameras you get that you can set up in different spots around the house. They take pictures periodically, in hopes to catch some activity. I thought, why not? Let’s see what happens when I’m not home. As you can see by this first picture, it’s a good thing I decided to do this. Apparently, when I’m gone, the underwear jumps out of the underwear drawer and starts a ruckus. This guy right here hops out of the drawer first, starting everything off. He strips down to himself, turns on some Bob Seger, and starts dancing around like a damn fool.

These two sneak off into the corner immediately and get under the covers. The hanky panky begins. This is only a shot of afterwards, as you can tell they seem tired from some “activities”. This explains the smoked cigarette in my bed the other day.

This sad pair of underwear climbs up to the window and stares out in the distance hoping to catch a glimpse or a whiff of the ocean. A sailor’s underwear he used to be. He misses those days, thrashing around on the seven seas, the salty wind smacking against your face-er-waistband.

Monday, September 5, 2011

I Believe "Captain Planet" Was A Metaphor For What Our People Think Is The Best Defense Against A Robot Attack

Let’s face it, there’s a lot of disasters that could happen that we are not ready for at all. If Dinosaurs come back to life, like “Jurassic Park” style, what are we going to do? I know I’ll be fine, because I’ve been practicing my defense tactics. At least with dinosaurs you best defense with about half of them is just not being a plant. You’re not a plant, great, half those dudes won’t eat you. Another good percentage you just have to not move when they see you. Real easy. By the way how’s the T-Rex the king of the dinosaurs when he has the tiniest little arms that can’t do anything and really bad vision. If that were a kid in elementary school everyone would make fun of him and he’d be the least popular kid at school. I don’t know why that works differently with dinosaurs.

Oh well. Not being a plant and not moving has already protected you from being eaten by about 65% of dinosaurs. What about raptors? Well, the kids in “Jurassic Park” made it very clear if you hide in some extravagant kitchen with reflective drawers and cupboards you’ll be just fine. So, that’s what I’m doing when the raptors come. Hiding in a four star kitchen. And as for the rest of the dinosaurs, well I don’t know. I suppose I can research their weaknesses since “Jurassic Park” didn’t have time to touch on them all. But that’s a pretty good start.

Robots are another scary one. Do people know what they’ll do if robots come back. I bet you don’t because you all rely on your machines. But I don’t. And I know heart always wins against robots since they don’t have hearts. I think some people know that too. I believe “Captain Planet” was a metaphor for what our people think is the best defense against a robot attack. 5 kids. 5 different methods. One is heart. That’s 20% of the world that knows heart will stop the robots. 20% of us that will live when that time comes and the rest will not. Well, I suppose the 20% who believe water will work are right. Water will malfunction their wiring and circuit boards. And fire is right too. Set fire to a robot and it’s done for. But wind and earth? Come on, what are you guys gonna do to the robots. OK, so 60% of the world is ready to fight against the robots. That’s not a bad percentage.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Sock Monster

I swear that there is something sneaky going on when I do my laundry. I never notice anything suspicious when I’m unloading my laundry, only when I’m putting it away. Or when I’m getting dressed one day. And it’s specifically always with the socks. My socks just disappear. Sometimes whole pairs, sometimes just one from a pair. And often times I acquire socks that are not mine. These usually come in ones.

I was wondering if someone in my apartment complex was opening up my laundry as it was washing and fishing through for a new sock. Like this guy who hates routine, needs change in his life, so he goes into the washing machine whilst it’s washing and grabs a single sock. Then, he takes a similar one off his foot and throws it in there. Because that’s the thing is that the socks are never completely different, they’re always very similar. If I lose a white sock I obtain a new white sock. Same with black socks. I’ve definitely acquire socks that go halfway up my shin and I know for a fact I don’t buy those socks because I don’t play soccer anymore and I’m not over 80.

But then I realized, it couldn’t be some Anti-Rainman switching socks on me because it’s been happening to me almost all my life. No matter where I’ve lived. So, I think it’s a Sock Monster. Probably several of them. And I think I’ve figured out how they operate too.

They’re really weird looking socks. Usually ugly socks. They’ve been accidentally bought due to misleading packaging and because aunts and grandmas don’t know what cool socks to buy for their nephews/nieces/grandkids. Eventually, one of the two uglies has been lost (or tossed, or burned, or exploded) so the other was not needed anymore. Not the type of sock you want to intermingle with the other cool socks. So it’s been left to die on the side of the road. Tossed out of moving cars, fallen out of sleepover bags, filled with ice cubes and thrown at the annoying neighbor who pronounces it “Ec-scape” and never stops talking about “Star Trek”. Yes, these socks have been abandoned. And they’ve become bitter with time, transforming into Sock Monsters!